Made me a willow cabin at Cho's gate
And called upon my soul within the house;
Wrote loyal cantons of contemned love
And sang them loud even in the dead of night;
Hallooed her name to the reverberate hills
And made the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out 'ChoChiyo!'
Oh, and I was dressed up as a boy at the time, trying to figure out how to make my way in Illyria. I've still got four acts to get through before Count Orsino finds out I'm a girl and realizes he's in love with me, so I'm afraid that homework is just going to have to wait.
Happy Twelfth Night everybody!

Halfway down the stairs Is the stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair where I always stop.